The more you think about it, The more it seems confusing.
The more I tell you stories, The more you'll discover Who I am And What I was..
But telling you these, Makes me feel closer to you. But, everytime I show you my cracks, My fears, My fragile and humane Personality, The more it pains me To hear your words And stare at the sky telling myself that I am alright.
You are The string That attatches my sanity. But you are the scissors That can Cut my throat And let me choke On my own Cold blood.
Your smile is so perfect, so natural.
**And your words are true and sharp, like the blade cutting the shackled animal.
My nightmares are converted into reality and poetry.